The Magic Thief Chapter 23:

Frank at night is the busiest and noisy time of the day. Now is the time for entertainment and communication. Riber rode on his horse and looked at the scenes on both sides of the street with interest.

The colorful lights form a long river of light, as if the galaxy in the sky fell into the world.

The gentlemen and ladies in luxurious dresses walked around and chatted and greeted under the light. After their brightly-dressed servants followed them, most of them carried beautifully packaged gift boxes in their hands.

The luxuriously decorated carriages come and go on the streets, and the strange family emblems add a novel scenery to the streets. Of course, there are many people riding horses on the street. The golden saddles and silver seals decorate the horses very beautifully.

Most of the people riding on horses are young people. This is a fashion, especially since the horse race meeting, the familiarity of horse riding has swept the entire Franck. If young people don’t ride horses, they feel like they are out of date. .

Just as Ruibo was riding his horse leisurely to admire the night view of the capital, a call made him turn his head.

"Earl Meding, I'm so glad to see your Excellency here." A carriage leaned in close behind, showing a familiar face from the window.

"Marquis Faroul, which adult are you going to attend a grand gathering?" Ribo asked politely.

"I'm so lucky to be able to meet you, a busy man, how is your magic research going?" The Attorney General did not answer rhetorical questions.

"My knowledge is not enough to allow me to roam freely in the vast and deep magical world. It doesn't seem to work without the guidance of a teacher. It's a pity that my teacher, Magus Marsek, is immersed in his own research. Among them, I am afraid that in the next few weeks, I will have to fumble alone." Ruibo said with a sigh.

"The philosopher once said that adequate rest is the source of strength for hard work. I really hope to help you free you from heavy fatigue. Now there is an excellent opportunity, the youngest daughter of Lord Penel. We are about to get engaged, and today may be the last dance held by this beautiful lady in her own name." Marquis Faroul said with a smile.

Ribo was quite surprised. He really didn't understand how the Attorney General would be interested in attending this kind of gatherings that belonged to young people.

"I can guess why you are so surprised." The fat man said with a smile: "The lucky boy who is about to marry that lady is my son."

"Congratulations, Lord Marquis of Faroul, but it seems difficult for me, an uninvited guest, to break into such a grand event rashly." Ribo tactfully refused.

"Oh, Earl Meding, people like me who have passed their youth are also not interested in this, but there are some things I need to discuss with a few adults at the prom, and your advice is very important." Ruhr saw Riber’s indifferent appearance and continued: “The matter we are discussing must have something to do with you. Yesterday the Duke of Auburn talked to me about a wonderful plan, but I don’t think that plan was made by the Duke of Auburn. I can imagine that, of course, I am not despising the Lord Duke, but in my opinion he is not an expert in this area, and the plan seems to come from your wise brain no matter how you look at it."

"Is it a plan to establish a market near Andrews College?" Ribo asked.

Fatty smiled and pointed to Ruibo and said, "It seems that I didn't guess wrong, this matter is indeed related to you."

"You are quite correct. I did make some suggestions." Ribo nodded and said.

"We originally planned to take advantage of today’s gathering to discuss a rough plan, and wait until you are free, or Lord Eckert comes back from Norman, and ask you two to have a look. Here, where is it necessary for us laymen to use their brains?" The Legal Director looked extremely happy.

"I rushed to visit the Prime Minister, wouldn't it be too abrupt?" Ribo asked, neither he nor Eckert had ever visited the Prime Minister.

"Oh, even if I'm asking you, it's okay. That lady is about to become my daughter-in-law, so my invitation can count." The Attorney General said with his hands folded in prayer.

……

The Duke of Peinel’s family is a well-known wealthy family in the capital, and one of the most famous things of this family is that it is very fertile, but it often has the crisis of severing the direct heirs.

In fact, this has become one of many jokes in the capital.

Like the ancestors of the past, this prime minister is also proficient in childbirth. He has seven children, seven beautiful young ladies that many of the wealthy families in the capital are striving to pursue.

But if there is no miracle, the prime minister will have to choose a grandson to inherit his title and wealth like his other ancestors.

Considering the age of Lord Duke, the possibility of a miracle is slim.

Because of this, in the eyes of Mr. Hyde and Eckert, this prime minister has no need to buy. His prominent position makes the price of buying him extremely expensive, and the fact that he has no heirs, It also makes all investments easily vanished.

Like most of the most powerful families in the capital, the residence of the Duke of Peinel is located on the Avenue Chanterungen.

This can be regarded as the most prosperous area. Ruibo vaguely remembers that there is not much distance from the place where he and the Princess Delizhi were attacked.

The residence of the Duke of Peinel is simply a palace, occupying almost half a block. From a distance, you can see a gold-painted fence as high as two people, and the top of the fence is extremely sharp.

A row of cedars separates the buildings inside the residence of the Duke of Peinel from the bustling Chanterungen Street, and rows of red roofs can be vaguely seen from the street.

At the entrance of the mansion is a row of stone steps. On both sides of the stone steps are carriage corridors. At the entrance, there are two three-meter-high bronze sculptures.

The one on the left is the **** Kautis who guards law and order. This goddess is holding a balance in her left hand and a code in her right. There is a serious expression in the dignity. This sculpture is obviously from a famous family. hand. The sculpture on the right is a mermaid symbol symbolizing kingship. The Peiner family is good at raising daughters, so there are several queens from this family.

The Duke of Penel is worthy of being a minister of the prime minister, and his prominent position makes people come to visit in an endless stream. The street at the door is full of horse-drawn carriages and young people riding on horses, wanting to move forward. It seems so difficult to move at all.

"What a beautiful mermaid, there are only two sculptures like the Kingdom of France." Marquis Faroer poked his head out of the window and said with envy when he looked at the sculpture.

"Maybe I should prepare a gift." Riber said with a frown on the horse. He saw that the servants behind the visiting guests were all holding beautifully wrapped gifts in their hands.

"Lord Earl, your reward is the best gift. What's more, those who bring gifts have other plans. You must have heard that the Lord Duke has many daughters, and three of them have not been married. , My son was lucky to have captured the youngest and most beautiful one, and the other two generals* are still unknown.” Marquis Faroul said with a smile.

"At least I should wear a dress." Ribo pointed to the hunting suit on her body. It was obvious that this suit was inappropriate for such a grand ball.

"Oh, that is a requirement and restriction on ordinary people. You are a great person. Any kind of clothes you wear can add light to this gathering. You must know that His Majesty the Fifth also wore a nightgown to the gathering. This is already true. Become a good talk and be praised for thousands of years." Marquis Faroul said disapprovingly.

Ribo felt helpless by the admiration of the Director of Law. He had to admit that when it comes to flattering skills, this adult is definitely an expert.

The carriage moved forward little by little, and finally reached the door of the mansion.

The servants are quite familiar with the carriage of the Attorney General.

"Your lord Marquis Faroer is here." The butler standing at the door shouted.

The Commissioner of Justice struggled to squeeze the fat body out of the car door and asked: "Has the Duke of Ovon arrive?"

"My lord Marquis, the Duke of Auburn has not come yet, but his son, Earl Manfel, has arrived. He must be chatting with Miss Tilly now. My master, the old Duke, asks the Marquis to wait a while. He has some temporary Urgent official business must be handled, but he promises that it will not delay you much time." The butler replied respectfully.

"By the way, I invited a rare guest for the Lord Duke." The Attorney General smiled and pointed to Ribo next to him: "Earl Meding, Lord Sirthburg, guardian of the southern territory of the kingdom. "

The butler hurriedly stepped aside respectfully and shouted: "My Lord Medin is here."

Ribo followed behind the Attorney General and walked into the residence of the Prime Minister.

……

The architectural style here is extremely interesting. Buildings from different eras are scattered in every corner of the mansion. Rows of dwarf pine have become natural partitions, and the small lawn or garden between the building and the building has become a place for people to gather and chat.

In the early spring, the plants are growing vigorously, and green colors can be seen everywhere, and the vines that are crawling over the stents even draw out flower buds, and the dots add a touch of vitality.

"This is like a museum with all kinds of buildings." Ribo said, looking at the messy houses.

"In my opinion, it's messy enough here. Fortunately, the Penel family has many servants, otherwise it would be easy to get lost if you live here." Marquis Faroul shook his head and said.

"Let’s meet the most important person today, my future daughter-in-law." Marquis Faroul said with a smile, saying that he beckoned a servant to his side.

Although this mansion is not yet a maze as the Attorney General said, there is no one to lead it, and it is indeed quite difficult to find someone.

Walking into an extremely exquisite and elegant three-story cottage in the rural style of the 11th century, Ruibo immediately heard a burst of laughter.

"Is there anything interesting?" Marquis Faroul asked, raising his voice.

"My father, you are finally here." Immediately, a young man poked his head from the escalator on the second floor and looked down.

Seeing the face of the young man, Ruibo can hardly imagine that he and the Director of Law are related by blood.

"My son Murphy." The Attorney General pointed to the young man upstairs and said.

"My father, welcome you." Close to the young man, a pretty young lady greeted the Director of Law. It was obvious that she was the host of this dance party——Pei The youngest daughter of the Duke of Inner Ear.

"Who is this strange guest you brought us? You haven't introduced us yet." The Duke's daughter said with a smile.

The Mr. Murphy lovingly helped the girl who was about to become his fiancee down the stairs.

Following them, several more pairs of young people slowly walked down, after all, they did not dare to be unreasonable and presumptuous in the face of the Director of Law.

Also, everyone was surprised and curious about Ruibo who was next to the Director of Law.

The hunting outfit worn by Ruibo made everyone understand that he was not originally on the list of invitations. However, since it is the guest invited by the Director of Law, it will definitely not be an ordinary person.

Another reason that surprised everyone was the obvious scar on Ribo's face. There has been no war in the last two decades, and accidents in swordsmanship practice generally do not hurt the face. Therefore, it is difficult for these people to regard a person with a scar on his face as qualified to participate. One of the nobles in such gatherings.

"Oh, my little princess, see what kind of VIP I have invited for you." The Attorney General pushed Ribo to the Duke’s daughter and said cheerfully, "This is the famous Medin. Earl, heir to the lord of Surthburg."

"Wow, my father, you are really an angel. The guests you brought make this place radiant." The Duke's daughter said with a smile.

"I just heard you talk and laugh loudly. I hope my arrival does not spoil the atmosphere just now. Can you tell me what you are talking about? Make me happy too, my little princess, you should be very clear For an old man like me, who is busy with work, it is not easy to laugh happily and comfortably.” The Legal Director said with a smile.

"Murphy was telling a joke just now. The joke was very funny. It was about the three suffering apprentices competing against their master which was more strict. The first apprentice said that his teacher asked him to do everything. Must do the best. The second apprentice said that his teacher asked him to do everything better than others, while the third apprentice said that his teacher was stricter, and even asked him to brag. Things must surpass others." The Duke's daughter repeated the joke.

"What a funny joke." Marquis Faroul said with a smile.

But Ribo didn't feel anything funny, he couldn't help but glance at the Mr. Murphy again.

"Don't you think this joke is funny?" asked the Duke's daughter.

"It's really funny, but I've heard this joke, and I even know the person who created this joke." Ribo explained.

"Who is that interesting gentleman? I really want to visit him." said the Marquis of Faroul.

"He was your guest of honor, Mr. Dumiliet." Ribo said slowly.

"Oh, he is indeed a very interesting character, but I am very happy to see him leave the Lombardy prison, which is not suitable for him." The Marquis of Faroul said with a smile.

Looking at the cheerful Marquis of Faroul, Ribo felt an impulse in his heart. He wanted to tell the Lord Law Administrator that the teacher who wanted to make things perfect was alluding to Prince Phillips, and The demanding teacher was His Majesty the King, and the last teacher who asked the apprentices to brag better than others were the ministers under His Majesty, including the Marquis of Faroul and the Prime Minister.

"By the way, my dear little princess, is Earl Manfil not here?" the Attorney General asked.

"You knowingly ask, how could Earl Manfil stay with us, he has more important things to do." The Duke's daughter said with a pursed smile.

"My father, I know how precious time is to you, and I also know how busy your official duties are, but I beg you to raise your hands, please let our distinguished guests have more free time, especially Earl Meding by your side, all of us here have admired Earl Meding for a long time." The Duke's daughter said tenderly.

"My little princess, I’m sorry I can’t promise your request. Earl Meding is too important to us, but I can entrust Earl Meding to you for the time being, at least for the Earl of Manfil Before you come, you have plenty of time to get to know each other." The Director of Law said with a smile: "I, this old man, will not bother you."

Speaking, the Director of Justice kissed the forehead of the Duke’s daughter and said, "I wish you a good time."

Leaving Ribo down alone, Marquis Faroul walked out of the hall.

"Hi, I'm glad to be able to invite you." Duke Ganjin said excitedly.

Ribo tasted the true feelings in it, after all, he and these people are not in the same circle.

In fact, if you must put him in which social circle, he and the fathers of these people, the big and powerful figures belong to the same circle.

Ribo has never had a real social interaction, and he has almost never met a friend of his age. For a teenager like him, he is so special, so special that no one treats him as a person of the same age who can socialize. He realized this in the banquets and dances in Surthburg, and now this feeling is even stronger.

Most of the aristocratic children gathered here are much older than him, and they are a group of leisurely aristocratic children who don’t need to worry about their future and family interests, so they are most concerned about topics Romantic love and gossip in the capital.

Ribo soon felt that he was welcomed not because of his talents, but because he was an extremely legendary and special figure in the capital.

Ribo doesn't like to be treated as monsters. Although he knows that these people may be more kind to him than their father, he doesn't like the feeling of being visited by others after all.

"Mr. Faroer, what kind of public office do you plan to hold? Your father definitely hopes that you can make a difference!" Ruibo is very clear about what kind of topics can arouse the boredom of these idle children.

As he expected, the son of the Director of Law shrugged his shoulders disapprovingly and said: "I am very interested in art, but unfortunately there are already some people in the position of court art supervisor. I think in the near future I Maybe I will serve as the chief executive of a certain place, or serve as a diplomat in Yilei. I am a little interested in the second position, because I have always been interested in Yilei’s humanities and prosperity. If I can see it with my own eyes, Very good."

"Don't you want to inherit your father's position?" Ribo asked.

"Not everyone is interested in places like the Legal Affairs Department. At least I shudder at the thought of the **** whips and red soldering irons in the building." The son shook. Said the head.

The people next to each other also shook their heads. Obviously this is not the first time that this topic has been brought up.

"Earl Meding, I have to admit that you and I are not of the same kind of person. I just hope to live a happy and romantic life safely and securely. I also don’t have too much wealth. Yu Wang, as long as the money is enough to spend, and I believe that I am not an extravagant figure." The son said with a smile.

"You are like a poet." Ribo complimented.

"Oh, I am not. The real poet is the Earl of Manfil. I don't have so much passion. You know that passion is the source of inspiration for poets. I can only say that I am a listener who likes to appreciate poetry." Hosei The director's son shook his head and said.

"Okay, okay, let's change the subject, it's boring." The Duke daughter discouraged.

"Dear lady, when will you and Farrul Wusheng be officially engaged? This topic is not abrupt, right?" Ribo asked.

"The engagement ceremony was supposed to be held in the middle of last month, but now I'm afraid it will take another month or two for safety's sake. Who knows what else will happen?" The elder brother sighed and said.

"I'm so sorry," Ribo said.

"No, I should thank you for being too late. I heard that the most powerful killer died in your hands. This is really great." The son said.

"I'm a little overpowered, and now I think about it, I still have some fears. If Sorcer Vatch didn't send the bottle of antidote, I'm afraid I would have died under the dagger." Ribo looked solemnly. He sighed and said.

"Is this scar left at that time?" asked the Duke's daughter.

"Yes, but the fatal wound is not here." Ribo nodded and said.

"Because of this, I don't want to be a promising person. The sage said that if you want to achieve success, you must work hard. Your fame comes from your birth and death, and your wisdom is even more difficult. As a result, ordinary people simply don't have such perseverance and courage." The prince of the Marquis of Faroul said with a sigh.

"It's another dull topic, let's change to another one." The Duke's daughter said.

"Okay! So is there anyone about my age here? I think I will have more in common with partners of the same age." Ribo said.

Others are also eager for the little heir to Surthburg to leave early, because they also find it hard to stay with people who are not of the same type at all. Watching Ribo walk out of the hall, one of them let out a long sigh.

"Finally, I feel more comfortable. In my opinion, the Earl of Meding is not a fifteen-year-old boy, but a fifty-year-old old man. He has the sophistication of my father." The Duke's daughter said disapprovingly.

"My dear, just like he can’t understand you and me, and we can’t understand him. We live in two different worlds. Know that we have never been afraid that someone will harm our lives, and that young man doesn’t. Fortunately, as long as there is a little slack, he may already be lying in the grave." The brother said with a smile.

"It’s true. I’ve never seen a person like him who is armed for a dance. Have you noticed the pile of things he pinned to his belt? That fine thorn sword, that The dagger, and the three kettles." A person forced to say.

"You should have heard the rumors about him. The reason why he can live till now is completely dependent on his own strength." said the son.

……

Not far from the villa just now, there is a fairly wide five-story building. It is a group of buildings built in the architectural style of the III period. I am afraid this is the oldest building in the mansion. Here It is also the venue for all important gatherings of the Penel family.

The extended platform can be seen everywhere. On the top platform, children walking around can be seen everywhere. Obviously, for convenience, the entire fifth floor has been opened up as a playroom.

For adults, their social circles are extremely complicated, with countless branches according to factions and ages.

Just like the prince of the Marquis of Faroir, the Count of Manfil, and the Count of Shrup are not much different in age and status, but they belong to different social circles, and there will never be anyone foolishly Put them together. But for the late adults, they are always trapped together unfortunately.

As soon as he walked into that building, Ruibo felt a festive atmosphere, full of nobles in luxurious clothes, but there were not a few important people who made Ruibo attractive.

Ribo slid up to the top floor. To his surprise, this top floor was the largest game room he had ever seen. There are a total of twenty or thirty rooms, the largest of which occupies almost one-third of the entire floor.

A dozen teenagers gathered in the largest room. The most conspicuous were the two luxuriously dressed teenagers, holding sabers in their hands against the human figure made of metal grids for a safe duel.

Ribo walked slowly towards there. When Eckert taught him swordsmanship, he also had such training with him. It is undeniable that this is a very interesting game, and it does have a certain effect on the improvement of sword skills.

However, this kind of stab is tied to the metal grid human figure in the center. The practice of seeing who has the higher score will never appear in Kelller’s training courses, and it has been personally trained by Kelller. Later, Ruibo only regarded this kind of thing as a game.

Ribo watched the duel with enthusiasm. The two duelists looked about his age. Seeing their expressions, both of them were determined to win the duel.

Across from the dangling metal grid figure stood a girl whose age should not be much different from Listeen.

Looking at the way her eyes shone with excitement, watching her slightly cocked mouth with a strong sarcasm, watching her gently lift up her arrogant chin, Ribo immediately understood who it was. Provoked the duel.

Suddenly, with a "dang" sound, the young man on the left hit the last hanging ring with the long sword in his hand, and the metal figure suddenly tilted over.

"Anmi, you won, you won the opportunity to dance and date with me." said the girl.

The victorious boy triumphantly hung his sword back on the shelf next to him, while the boy who lost the duel paddled on the metal grid, expressing his anger and anger with harsh friction and sparks. dissatisfied.

"Sang, you should be convinced this time, your swordsmanship needs to be improved." The victor said proudly.

"Sang, you have to work harder. I am looking forward to dating you." The girl who provoked the duel said with a smile.

At this moment, she suddenly saw Ribo standing in the distance.

"Why are you wearing such clothes? Are you here for the prom too?" the girl frowned and asked.

"Yes." Ribo didn't intend to provoke this kind of arrogant and self-righteous girl. Her Royal Highness Princess Derry is the best proof.

"I have never seen you, which family do you belong to?" the girl continued to ask.

"I'm afraid I don't belong to any family you know." Ribo said, turning around and planning to leave.

"Please answer this lady's question well. If you don't know how to respect the lady, I can teach you." The teenager who had just won a victory said solemnly.

"Anmi, you are probably not his opponent. He has a scar on his face, and he must be quite good at swordsmanship." The girl provoked again.

"Injury in practice is a bad performance, and it still hurts my face. If my face is injured, I won't have the face to go out at all." The teenager said.

"Oh, I bet he must be very strong, at least much better than Sang, maybe even Anmi is not his opponent." The girl continued to provoke.

Ribo turned around and walked towards the door. He didn't want to get involved in such a meaningless game.

He once heard Freila say that when a woman wants to capture a man, one of the tricks is to provoke a rivalry between two men. Obviously this girl is learning this technique, but he doesn’t want to Be regarded as the object of practice by that girl.

"Please stop, I want to compete with your Excellency to prove that I am not worse than anyone." The young man named Sang had obviously been provoked, and he ran the first two steps to block Ribo's path.

"Unfortunately, I don't have this interest." Ribo said, and he bypassed the stupid boy who had just failed in a duel and was eager to get his face back.

Suddenly Ribo heard a gust of wind hitting him, he quickly blocked with his left hand, and the thin stabbing sword was drawn on his arm. Fortunately, the thin thorn sword used for practice did not open the front, otherwise the sword just now might see blood.

"You coward, accept the challenge upright." The young man named Sang said angrily.

The young man who had just won the duel in the distance still had a high-spirited look, and the gloating smile at the corner of the girl's mouth became stronger.

"Thank you, for giving me a good lesson just now. My teacher once taught me one thing, but unfortunately I forgot it after too long a time. The sword just reminded me of the teacher. Teaching."

Ribo said calmly, and the faint pain on his arm seemed to be punishment for his forgetting.

He suddenly grabbed the blade of the thin thorn sword and squinted, only hearing the sound of "ding", the thin thorn sword suddenly snapped.

When the young man named Sang was surprised by this, he suddenly felt a tingling pain on his neck.

Absolutely no one thought that this kind of thing would happen, whether it was the boy named Sang, the girl who caused the dispute, and the children standing by and watching the excitement, they never thought of this stranger with a scar on his face. The teenager is so cruel.

Looking at the broken sword that pierced the neck, watching the blood flowing down the neck, no one even dared to make a sound.

The young man named Sang clearly felt that he had been injured. He could even feel the blood flowing. Although the injury was not serious and did not affect his ability to move, the fear made him afraid to move. He is now Finally understand what a desperado is.

There is indeed such a kind of person in this world, they regard human life extremely contemptuously, they can even take away the life of others for a very small thing.

At this moment, he understands one thing better. There is no difference in age for desperadoes. It can be a middle-aged man with a full face, or a face with a fierce look younger than himself. A young man with a scar.

Ribo was quite satisfied with the blow he had just made. The depth of penetration was exactly what he needed. He only pierced the epidermis and made a lot of blood, but there was absolutely no life worry.

Suddenly, he turned his hand back, and the broken sword was deeply nailed into the wall about a foot away from the girl.

Ribo knew that this hand was very powerful. He was frightened by Kelller with this hand, but he didn’t dare to guarantee that the broken sword could be nailed into the wall. After all, he was practicing throwing. A flying knife, not a broken sword.

Facts proved that this shocking move did indeed work. The girl who provoked the discord was so frightened that she collapsed to the ground, and the boy who had just won the duel was also shocked. He even took the sword. Throwing to the ground raised his hands in a panic.

"Punch..." The sound of panicked footsteps came from the door, and a group of panicked men broke in. Two of them even drew their swords.

There was a lot of crying in the hall for an instant, and seeing adults coming in, the young girls finally let go, sadness replaced fear.

"Where are you bastard, come here to make trouble." Seeing the blood stained with clothes, seeing the young girls crying hoarse, one of the people who broke into the hall was angrily Walked towards Ruibo.

"Emerson, don't be impulsive."

"Stop, Emerson."

"If you want to live, come back soon."

Everyone who knew the little heir of Surthburg tried hard to use words to stop the reckless behavior of their companions, but none of them dared to rush forward.

"Emerson, if you go one step further, you are dead." Suddenly there was a roar from the door.

The impulsive guy apparently recognized the identity of the speaker, and he turned his head in amazement.

"I'm not wrong, Lord Medin of Searthburg," the man said slowly towards Ribo.

Ribo looked at the tall and burly young man in front of him, and he seemed to be able to feel the powerful power flowing in this young man.

"Maybe, my sword has always been smeared with poison." Ribo shook the thin thorn sword in his hand.

The blue yingying light made the reckless gentleman pale, and he was sweating coldly all over.

"Your murderous aura is a bit too strong, don't you hesitate to deprive a person of life because of this little misunderstanding?" the young man asked calmly.

"Perhaps I was indeed too tyrannical." Ribo thought for a while and nodded and said: "Since the battle ended a few weeks ago, it has become more and more difficult for me to control my emotions."

"First of all, I have to thank you for avenging my teacher, Lord Monstock, the Paladin. The killer who assassinated Lord Monstock finally died in your hands. Maybe it was God’s will to die. It's exactly the same as he used to assassinate Lord Monstock." The young man said slowly, his tone very heavy.

Hearing these words, Ribo didn't feel any special feelings, and the people around him retreated back in amazement, especially the reckless Mr. Emerson, his face was gray and his breathing was short of breath. And powerless.

For the unknown battle that took place a few days ago, there are many rumors in the capital. There are many rumors that the assassin who successfully assassinated the Paladin Monstock had already been killed in this battle, but Absolutely no one would associate this matter with the little heir to Surthburg.

This is more incredible than the most exaggerated rumors, but no one dared to doubt it, because the person who said this was the heir appointed by the Paladin Monstock, who is the current Paladin. The acting head is one of the strongest people in the capital.

"Serott died in your hands as well?" the young man asked.

"There is no conclusive evidence that he has died, but his last suicidal blow is likely to turn his body into ashes, but I can't give you a satisfactory answer." Ribo said.

His words shocked everyone again. The Mr. Emerson was already unstable, and he sat on the ground with his legs soft.

"You and the bodyguard next to you are indeed very strong. I even hope to have the opportunity to see your strength." The young man said solemnly.

"I will only take action to protect myself. My bodyguard and I don't care about the spirit and will you follow. Therefore, if you want to see our strength, there is no way to talk about it." Ruibo coldly To say.

Ribo's words are like the same cold wind blowing through everyone's heart, especially those who once wanted to be an enemy of this young man, they are all cold, as if they have fallen into an ice cellar.

Whether it was the girl who provoked the dispute or the Emerson sitting on the ground, they all touched their necks involuntarily, as if a deadly sword had penetrated there.

At this moment, there was an old voice from the door: "Since it is a misunderstanding, let the misunderstanding disappear as soon as possible, Earl Meding, we have something important to ask you. We need your wise guidance. "

I saw a tall and thin old man pushing everyone away and walking to Ruibo.

……

In the corner of the ballroom, the owner of the mansion, Duke Peinel, the neutral leader, Duke Auburn, the Attorney General, Marquis Faroul, and the Inspector General, Marquis, and the man who has just caused a panic, and the panic is still With the description of those young girls, the little heir of Surthburg stirred in the crowd.

Everyone wants to listen closely to this genius boy’s advice that is full of wisdom and represents incalculable wealth. But everyone was afraid to get too close to this devilish figure who seemed extremely dangerous to them.

This is a real devil, everyone believes that he can take the life of anyone who dares to despise him without caring. Everyone also believes that as long as the devil is willing, he can take anyone's life.

Whether it is his evil wisdom or his own strength, it is so deadly.

Earl Roberts can be said to be the victim of that evil wisdom, and the death of the fallen Paladin and the ultimate assassin who successfully assassinated Paladin Monstock proves that, in terms of force alone, This devil is also invincible.

"Marquis Faroul, do you know which kind of transaction is the most profitable?" Ribo asked.

"As far as I know, art and jewellery are very profitable, followed by tea, spices, and silk and porcelain from the East." Marquis Faroul pointed his finger and said, apparently he has spent a lot of energy recently. , In order to figure out the benefits that various commodities can bring to him.

"My lord Marquis, what you said is correct, but although these things are lucrative, there are not many people who are willing to buy them at a high price. Therefore, relatively speaking, they are far inferior to the indigo and wool trading. , But did you know that the most profitable commodity in the world is nothing more than land. Take this mansion as an example. Being located on the Shantronen Avenue itself means that every inch of land here is equivalent to a piece of the same size. Zhang Jinfoil, do you know how much a luxurious villa in the western suburbs of Franck is worth?" Ruibo said with a smile.

"The land near Andrews College is almost worthless. You can buy a piece of land for the boss for a small price, but if you put the fairs there, do you think business people will rush to it? The land came to buy you the land there. Whether it is building warehouses or shops, you can’t do without the land. You can calculate how much benefit a small-scale city can bring for you."

Seeing the hesitation of the Marquis of Faroul, Ribo continued: "The most important point is to establish the fair in a relatively remote place, which will prevent merchants from trading privately. Every merchant Everyone will be eager to get the most profit, and there will surely be people who are unwilling to pay that amount, which is quite an astonishing commission. You can’t put all your bets on the credit of the merchants. Nangang has proven that none of them is effective. The situation will get worse and worse. Didn’t the philosopher say that it is much easier to learn badly than to learn well?"

Hearing what Ribo said, the Marquis of Farrul and Marquis nodded there again and again. This was originally the thing they worried about the most.

"Besides, after proposing to set up free carriages that day, I suddenly had another inspiration to build cheap public stage carriages between several nearby cities, between Southport and Surthburg. With such an extremely convenient and cheap passage, in terms of the money needed to spend per kilometer, it is almost only one-tenth of here.

"Insufficient transportation means that wealth cannot flow effectively. To do this well, you have to rely on your Excellency the Prime Minister. Improve traffic conditions and build public posts. After all, it is one of the tasks of the cabinet, but the meeting should be To share most of the expenses, of course we must also benefit from it. For example, in Shangdi near the public post, the fair can have the right to buy first.” Ruibo said.

Farrul and the Marquis of Magg's eyes lit up, and it was obvious that they already understood what the little heir of Surthburg meant.

It is true that there is no more lucrative business in this world than turning worthless land into thousands of gold coins.

The Duke of Auburn and the Duke of Penel nodded there again and again. The two of them also saw thousands of gold coins from these words, and they also wouldn't say anything about the wealth before them.

However, the Duke of Auburn and the Prime Minister are much more noble than the two Marquis Lords.